Forgotton Paths

Vayne was mostly always quiet, never seeing the point in communication unless it dealt with his family and Judila. He was sick of the mud though as it seemed to find it's way threw every single fur on his paws and legs. Although the swamp was calming he known danger lurked and wanted nothing more than to get out of the swampy territory. Ears plaster against his cranium. A low growl emites from him as he lifted a paw watching as mud slipped from his paw back to the ground with a plop.

Ugh, how he hated this. The sounds of the womans vocals pull his attention to her instead of the mud all around him. "These swamplands could get anyone lost the way they melt away the prints we leave in the ground." He couldn't tell the woman it was a pleasure although he wished he could. He listened to her speak even more, speaking about a landmark. Ears swivel upon his skull. "Well, hopefully we find this landmark you speak of and not get lost even more within this territory."

He wanted nothing more than out of these lands. His eyes scanning the area, continuing on, finally! His paws hit some what of dry land, a breath of relief exits his throat. Vayne offers a nod, he walked along side of her, his eyes watching as his ears splayed listening for anything to make itself known within the area. Vayne after all was a protector. Vaynes tail swaying behind him, as he lowers his head towards the ground. "Is that it? Ahead of us?" Hoping that it wasn't only elm trees gathered close together. He sighed as he drew closer, nope not the palms. But maybe they were closer yet?

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